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As she drives her sport utility vehicle into the Ochsner Hospital employee parking garage on Jefferson Highway, Linda McBride is ecstatic that she has finally gotten herself completely free from her chauvinistic ex-husband. How she ever allowed herself to marry such a jealous, possessive man she will never know.
After four long years of nursing school — two of them fighting her miserly ex-husband in court over alimony payments — she was finally able to secure a job last month that offers her a future.
She looks forward to her new job as a neonatal nurse. The pay is enough to live on without having to depend on anyone for anything, particularly alimony from her ex — she only asked the courts for enough to help her get through nursing school.
The benefits at her new job are fantastic. Her coworkers are great and it’s not too far from her River Ridge apartment, she let her ex keep the house. It was just an old run down two bedroom flat in Kenner that she didn’t want anything to do with anyway.
She especially likes that cute physical therapist who works on the fifth floor. She met him her third day on the job. He was sitting alone in the cafeteria and it was unusually crowded for lunch. She asked him if he wouldn’t mind sharing his table. He said no, he didn’t mind sharing the table. They started talking. At least Linda started talking, Edgar mostly listened and tried to avoid answering her questions. Linda took an immediate liking to him.
He is quiet and shy, shorter than her by about ten or twelve centimeters, has beautiful long blond hair — long for a man anyway — and the deepest blue eyes she has ever seen. But more importantly he’s single and just about her age.
From his coworkers, she found out that he has been working as a physical therapist at Ochsner Hospital for several years and knows all the particulars of the department and the hospital. Before that he worked at Children’s Hospital on Henry Clay Avenue near Audubon Park but quit because, in his words, he didn’t have the fortitude to put up with crying babies all day long.
She is subtle in her pursuit of him, only visiting him in his department or joining him for lunch once or twice a week. She uses his knowledge of the hospital as an excuse to come see him and get to know him better. She asks him questions about the hospital, his job as a therapist, about anything hospital related.
While asking him questions about the hospital, she also inquires of him about himself. She asks him numerous questions that he dose not want to answer. She asks him about his ideal date, about his favorite food, the type of movies he enjoys watching.
She is trying to figure out a way to invite him to dinner at her apartment without seeming too forward. She hopes that she is not moving too fast for him. Edgar is so reserved that she is afraid that she will scare him off if she appears to be too pushy.
At first, Edgar believes her questions are just her way of getting to know about the hospital, the ins and outs of a new job, and other hospital related information and he doesn’t mind helping her. But her persistent inquires soon begin to annoy him, especially when she questions him about his personal life.
Although he is somewhat naïve — he does not like to admit it — he begins to suspect that her frequent forays to him are for something other than to obtain information about the hospital. He suspects that she wants to invite him over to her apartment for dinner and a movie. He tries to avoid her but he is frequently unsuccessful.
Linda’s constant intrusion into his personal life puts pressure on Edgar. He wants to tell her to go away and leave him alone, but he does not know how to do it politely. His mother never taught him how.
In all his 33 years he has only dated one girl. That was when he was in college and he only dated her for about two or three months. He does not know how to deal with Linda’s relentless pursuit of him, he has only had that one experience in dealing with a woman whose interest in him was romantic.
After three weeks of her questions, Edgar begins to masturbate to relieve himself and to ease the pressure. Every time he encounters her in the hospital and she asks him about his personal life, he goes home that evening and masturbates.
He hates doing it. His mother told him when he was a child that only bad boys did such evil things. She told him that he would go blind if he masturbated. He believed her when he was a child. But now that he is older, he knows differently. But still, the thought that he is going to go blind assails him.
Whenever he masturbates he immediately rinses his face and eyes off with water.
Nor can he get his mother’s threats to ‘cut it off’ out of his mind if she ever caught him masturbating. He frequently hears her belittling him and insulting him.
He begins to hate Linda.
On the Monday morning of her fifth week at the hospital Linda corners Edgar into accepting a dinner invitation for the following Thursday. She catches him in the elevator and asks him pointedly if he would like to come over to her apartment for dinner and a movie.
He wants to just say no but he doesn’t know how to. He does not know how to say no politely. His mother told him that he must always be polite to a lady. Nor can he lie to her because his mother also taught him never to tell a lie. He reluctantly agrees to come over to her apartment.
When he arrives home after work he masturbates four times. He curses Linda every time. All the while he is abusing himself his mother keeps telling him that she will ‘cut it off’ if she ever catches him masturbating. He curses his mother. Then he curses Donna for deserting him.
He does not sleep at all Monday night. Tuesday he procures a couple of small bottles of ether from the hospital in order to help himself fall asleep.
For the next two days the dinner date is the only thing that he thinks about. He knows he has to come up with some excuse to break the date. He is afraid that she will want to have sex with him. But his mother taught him that sex is only for marriage. He is afraid that his mother will ‘cut it off’ if he has sex with Linda. He does not know what to say to her.
But the pressure of not being able to break the date does not abate. By Wednesday evening he is sick. He calls up his neighbor Stone Phelps and cancels his weekly chess match with him, telling him that he is too ill to play. Stone understands.
His head is pounding. He tries to watch television but that does not help. There are only situation comedies — which he hates — a war movie, an old western rerun, a couple of news channels and a movie about a man who kills his wife so he can collect on her insurance. He doesn’t watch the other channels. He leaves the murder mystery on but stares blankly at the screen. After about twenty minutes he gets into his car and begins to drive around New Orleans.
Edgar loves New Orleans. As far as he is concerned New Orleans is the greatest city in the world. No other city can compare with it. New Orleans has everything. It has the French Quarter, the culture, the history, the architecture, the port, Mardi Gras, music and the birthplace of Jazz, to say nothing of its cuisine. People come from all over the world just to eat here.
Other cities have fine restaurants but no one visits them just to eat their food. The tourists enjoy the many eateries while they are there, true, but that is their secondary goal. Their main objective is to see the city. Only New Orleans can boast that people visit the city just to eat here.
Edgar loves to drive through his beloved city looking at the sites.
As he drives down Airline Drive toward Tulane Avenue, past the railroad underpass at Causeway, and then Airline Village Shopping Center, he glances to his left. He contemplates the small airfield that used to be here over half a century ago and the airplane hanger tha
t was later turned into Schwegmann Brother’s Giant Supermarket. He marvels that very few people know that about the huge grocery store. But Edgar knows it, he has studied the history of his dearly loved city.
He stops at the traffic light at the corner of Tulane and South Carrollton in Mid City, where the old Pelican Stadium used to be located. Edgar tries to remember the actual name of the baseball stadium but cannot. He tells himself that he will look it up when he gets home. The stadium was torn down in 1957 and the Fountainbleau Hotel was built there but now it’s used as dorms for students of Xavier University.
He continues down Tulane Avenue and turns onto South Broad and then onto Poydras Street. He drives past the Superdome thinking about his work at the hospital but mostly about his life.
Whenever he gets upset over something Edgar drives his car around New Orleans. Driving around his favorite city and seeing the sights calms his nerves, it fills him with joy. The only other joy in his life is writing love letters to his precious Donna.
He heads toward Lee’s Circle and down the beautiful St. Charles Avenue, which he loves. The oak trees, the street car, the beautiful old houses, Tulane and Loyola Universities, they all fill his heart with pride. His meandering eventually takes him back to Canal Street and then to Decatur Street in the famous French Quarter — right down the street from the Café du Monde.
He sees a parking spot and pulls into it, thinking how lucky he is to find a parking spot so close to his beloved beignet shop. He wants to get himself some coffee and donuts, he likes to eat there.
Suddenly there is a knock on his window. He puts the window down, it is a young prostitute. She wants to know if he would like a date. He tells her no and puts the window back up, hating her for intruding into his thoughts and into his life. He watches her walk away from his car. Her short skirt, her high heels, her fishnet stockings and tank top disgust him. ‘She is nothing but a whore,’ he says to himself. ‘Just like Donna.’
The bottle of ether is on the seat next to him. He decides to teach her a lesson. No whore is going to ask him for a date and get away with it. He starts his car and drives slowly down the street. When he pulls even with the prostitute he puts his window down again. She approaches his car.
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Jinny Swaggart didn’t want to be a prostitute, she didn’t start out with the intention of becoming one. But neither did she want to continue living with her subservient, compliant mother and authoritarian, hypocritical father.
Every Sunday he would lecture against Catholics, Muslims, atheists and non-Christians in general, against gays and lesbians, against abortion, against fornication, against drinking and gambling and against almost every liberal agenda imaginable. As a conservative Baptist preacher of God’s word he felt that it was his duty to rid America of Satan’s evil influence. His congregation heard his ranting at every homily he preached.
He had a fire and brimstone approach that was especially felt in their home. The slightest infraction of the rules would bring immediate and severe penalties. ‘Conservative American family values will prevail in this house or by God I’ll beat them into you,’ he would yell at her and her two younger brothers.
He was particularly good at administering his brand of discipline when he was drunk. He bought his bourbon by the case across the bay from Galveston in Texas City. He kept it hidden in the linen closet of the master bathroom and told his family that he purchased it for ‘medicinal purposes’ to help cure his kidney stones. He didn’t get drunk very often — maybe once or twice a month and almost always on a Friday night — but the children knew to stay out of his way when he was intoxicated. That is when his discipline methods would hit a crescendo.
Jinny can remember one particular Friday afternoon when she was sixteen. She attended a classmate’s beach birthday party at Jamaica Beach. Unknown to her, her father was at the other end of the beach with a pair of binoculars, spying on her.
He watched as she and Rupert made out lying together on the beach. She let Rupert take off her bathing top and fondle her breasts. He kissed her a few times and stroked her nipples. But that’s all they did. But you would have thought she was the whore of Galveston, Texas with the way he ranted when she got home.
She got home from the party about six in the evening. As soon as she walked through the door she could tell something was wrong. He was already drunk and he let her have it. He demanded to know what she did at the party. She told him that she hadn’t done anything. Then he accused her of dancing naked in front of everyone and insisted she tell him how many boys she let fuck her. She told him none. He slapped her hard across the face and called her a liar and a whore.
He then dragged her by her hair into the attached garage, tied her wrists to an exposed water pipe in the wall, ripped her bathing suit off and beat her with a belt until her back, her buttocks and her thighs were bleeding. He would scream out that no daughter of his was going to grow up to be a whore and then he would hit her.
All the while he was beating her she could see her mother through the door leading into the kitchen. She just sat at the kitchen table praying that Satan would not tempt her children into sin.
Jinny didn’t go to school for a week until the wounds healed and she could sit down. Then her father grounded her. For six months she was not allowed to leave the house except to go to school and church, nor could she use any phone or computer.
Then just before her eighteenth birthday Jinny got pregnant. She was attending Texas Christian University near Ft. Worth, majoring in history. She didn’t want to go to TCU, she wanted to go to an out of state college — any college that would put a lot of distance between herself and her father. But he insisted that she attend TCU, not some heathen college that allowed the students to indulge in sex, alcohol and drugs. Since he was paying for it she had no choice.
At the time, she was dating a sophomore who was majoring in theology, he wanted to be a preacher of God’s word. But he was just another right wing fundamentalist hypocrite who believed in American family values for everyone else except himself.
He kept telling Jinny that he had no intention of indulging in his ‘sexual indiscretions’ — as he called them — as soon as he finished college and became a preacher. But she knew better.
Her father was the same way. On Sunday morning he would preach against adultery but then every Tuesday afternoon he could be found in bed with his mistress. A prostitute her mother turned a blind eye to.
She didn’t want to tell her parents that she was pregnant but that isn’t something that can be easily hidden. She came home from college one weekend seeking advice from her mother. Her mother immediately told her father. Jinny wasn’t prepared for that. But then neither was she prepared for her father’s reaction.
She thought for sure he would beat her with a belt or something worse. But he just sat at the kitchen table, shaking his head. Both her and her mother sat watching him, wondering. After about five or ten minutes he stood up and said, ‘We’re going to New Orleans. You’ll have to get an abortion. I can’t have my congregation knowing that my daughter is having sex outside of marriage.’
Here she was two months pregnant and her Baptist, anti-abortion preaching father was going to bring her to New Orleans for an abortion. He wasn’t the least concerned about her, her future, her health, the hypocrite who got her pregnant or anything except what his congregation would think of him.
The following Saturday he took her to a clinic in New Orleans. Four months later she turned eighteen, dropped out of college and returned t
o New Orleans. She got a job as a waitress at Snug Harbor, a restaurant and bar in Marigny District that offers Creole cuisine along with live music. But that wasn’t enough to pay her rent, car note, insurance and all her other bills. She took up prostitution.
For sixteen months she managed to stay out of trouble, always careful when choosing a john. For sixteen months she lived without her domineering father constantly looking over her shoulder, watching her every move.
Her only blemish came last year when she was arrested for prostitution and possession of two marijuana cigarettes — some of her johns like to smoke it before sex. Her case was pending. Since it was her first offense, her court appointed lawyer told her she would probably pay a fine and maybe do some community service. But Jinny wasn’t worried about that, she was free and happy for the first time in her life.
Unfortunately her happiness ended when she met Edgar.
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‘How much?’ Edgar asks.
‘That depends on what you want to do,’ Jinny answers him.
‘Is it extra if we go to my house? I live in Airline Park.’
‘Where’s that?’
He can tell that she’s not from New Orleans, her Texas accent annoys Edgar. ‘In Jefferson Parish.’
‘I don’t go into any kinky stuff with the wife and kids and all,’ she tells him. ‘Will you bring me back here when we’re done?’
‘I’m not married,’ he interrupts her. ‘If you don’t mind playing in my house, then hop in. After, I’ll bring you anywhere you want to go.’
She looks up the street momentarily and then back at him. She doesn’t want to leave the street. But she hasn’t had a trick in two days. She needs the money. ‘For a hundred dollars I’ll give you an hour, straight sex, nothing kinky or ropes and bondage and that kind of thing.’
‘Get in,’ he orders her.
She walks around the front of the car. Edgar watches her as she does so, he is revolted by her. He hates whores. He tells himself that it’s because of that whore Donna that he used to date when he was in college that his life today is such a wreck.
‘Well, this is one whore who will pay for messing up my life. I’m going to teach this one a lesson that she will never forget.’
He picks up the bottle of ether and holds it out of the window, pouring a few drops into a handkerchief. He seals the bottle and after she gets in the car, he immediately puts the cloth against her mouth. She struggles but in a few seconds she is asleep, leaning against the door. He drives back to his house.
He pulls into his garage and is glad that he installed the automatic door opener last year. He carries the girl over his shoulder to the punishment room. There is a thick coat of dust on the bare floor. He has not been in this room for 15 years. The padlocks, keys, shackles and chains are still lying on the floor where he left them.
He drops the prostitute on the dirty floor and rips off all her clothes, throwing them in the far corner. He cuffs and padlocks her wrists to the same shackles that his mother used to chain him to. Then he manacles and padlocks her ankles to the chain bolted to the baseboard eyebolt.
Next he goes to the bathroom and gets an old towel. He rips the towel into long strips and gags her with it. Standing over her he kicks her in the side and goes into the living room to watch television. He watches the evening news and then switches channels to watch an old movie but soon falls to sleep.
When he wakes up it is two in the morning. He hears a noise and, realizing what it is, goes to his bedroom for a bottle of ether. He then runs into the punishment room.
The prostitute is sitting on the floor, trying to get loose. She has pulled the gag down, it is around her neck. When she sees him she screams for help. He kicks her in the stomach and tells her to shut up. She squeezes her eyes shut and grimaces in pain.
He pours some ether on the remnants of the towel and tries to put it to her mouth. She immediately begins to fight him but Edgar is stronger than her. He punches her in the face several times busting her lip. Through the struggle he manages to put the ether soaked towel to her bloody mouth.
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